Chapter 15 #2
And then he stood, taking his plate with him.
He walked around the table, picked up Emerson’s plate in his other hand.
Walked to the sink and dropped them both in.
Emerson blinked down at the cheap, chipped wood of his kitchen table as he heard Luca briefly turn on the tap.
It was a small thing, he knew, but he couldn’t remember the last time someone had taken his plate away for him.
He was still sitting there like that when Luca returned. He leaned down from behind, hands gripping Emerson’s chair, speaking low into Emerson’s ear.
“I’m going to do some prep work on myself. Meet you in your room in twenty minutes or so?”
Emerson shivered. And nodded.
Luca kissed him there—right behind his ear—and walked out of the room.
Emerson lay flat on his bed, staring at the ceiling, realizing he didn’t know the protocol here.
Did he reveal that he’d never done this specific kind of penetration before?
Jayden had liked a little anal stimulation, but still preferred vaginal penetration when they fucked that way at all, which they more often than not hadn’t. What if the experience was more different than Emerson had imagined?
Because Emerson had imagined it, after Jayden’s transition, after Emerson’s own quiet coming out.
He’d imagined it with Jay, with other guys, with anyone.
Wondered if he himself would like being the recipient.
Which, after the way he’d reacted to what Luca had done with his tongue last night, he was pretty sure he knew the answer to now.
He’d come close, a few times, to asking Jay if they could try it, maybe with some toys, but he hadn’t been brave enough. And then Jay had started pulling away.
A knock on the door. Emerson practically fell off the bed in his haste to sit up and appear normal.
“Come on in,” he said.
Luca walked in, cradling a bundle of things against his chest with one arm.
“Hey. I wasn’t sure if you had supplies of your own other than lube, so…I brought some.”
Carefully, adorably, Luca lined them up on the bedside table. Emerson leaned over to click on the lamp; he’d been lying only in the natural sunlight still pouring in from the window above the bed.
There were the usual suspects Emerson had anticipated: more lube, a couple condoms.
“Just in case one breaks,” Luca said, fingering them. “Or if there’s a kind you like better. I think they should be your size, though?”
“Whatever—” Emerson cleared his throat. “Whatever you prefer.”
And then—again, as if Luca had somehow read Emerson’s mind—a thin toy.
“And if you’re comfortable”—Luca picked it up and placed it in Emerson’s hand—“this can be helpful.”
It wasn’t a full dildo, but longer than most of the butt plugs Emerson had looked at before.
There was a handle attached to the flared base.
Emerson pressed the button hidden there, and the toy pulsed to life.
He almost dropped it, cheeks heating, as if its vibrations were a surprise, as if he hadn’t known what was going to happen when he pressed a damn On button.
“Yeah,” Luca said, sitting on the bed and wrapping his hand around Emerson’s.
“I like just this level, to get me warmed up. Nice and easy, you know? So be careful with the button. I only take it to the wildest vibration when I’m alone.
” Moving his thumb over Emerson’s and pressing down, they clicked through the levels together.
Emerson’s heart thumped harder with each one.
Until they got to the last one, and they both laughed at the same time. Quiet, breathy.
“I think that would kill me,” Emerson said honestly. Just the vibration of it on his hand—trapped now between the toy and Luca’s palm—was doing things to him.
“I mean.” Luca leaned forward and kissed him, gently, the toy still going off between them. “Don’t knock it until you try it.” He pressed down on Emerson’s thumb one more time, holding for a moment, and the toy stilled. “But yeah. Not tonight.”
He guided their linked hands to lay the toy back on the nightstand.
Then he raised a palm to cradle Emerson’s face as he took his mouth again, more firmly this time.
Slowly, Luca eased Emerson onto his back, crawling across the bed after him, until they were settled against Emerson’s pillows.
The tension buzzing underneath Emerson’s skin quieted the longer Luca’s mouth moved against his, the weight of Luca’s body grounding him.
He knew how to do this part. He thought he and Luca were getting pretty fucking good at this part.
But when Luca’s hands tugged at Emerson’s t-shirt until Emerson leaned up to take it off, when Emerson encouraged Luca to do the same with his own, as each item of their clothing hit the floor, those nerves started humming again.
Tonight felt different than the previous ones, more intentional.
A plan they’d actually talked about beforehand.
Which somehow made every single part of it—every kiss, every shift of their bodies against each other—feel more real.
“Okay,” Luca breathed into Emerson’s neck after a few minutes of rocking their hips against each other, dicks rubbing against each other’s stomachs. “Fuck, you feel so good. I’m going to start before I get too distracted.”
Emerson squeezed Luca’s ass in both hands before Luca rolled off of him.
He shifted to his side, propping his head on a hand and giving Luca space as Luca propped a pillow underneath himself.
As Luca lubed up his toy and shifted fully to his back.
Emerson looked down at him in fascination as Luca spread his legs, the hand that wasn’t holding the toy, also lubed up, moving down between them.
“Maybe I can start,” Luca said, fingers circling himself, “and you can take over? With the toy, I mean.”
Emerson’s mouth was dry.
“Yeah,” he croaked out. “That sounds good.”
“Okay.” Luca took a long, slow breath as he moved the toy between his legs.
His eyes fluttered shut, those out-of-this-world lashes so beautiful against his cheeks that Emerson couldn’t tear his own eyes away from them, even as he knew he should be studying what Luca was doing with his hands.
Until the toy whirred to life, and Luca’s breath hitched.
It was so sexy, so vulnerable, that hitch in his breath, the way Luca lay there exposed below him, that Emerson couldn’t help himself. Instead of paying attention to what the toy was doing, he leaned down and kissed him again, wet and searching, his left hand wrapping softly around Luca’s dick.
Luca moaned into his mouth until he broke away to laugh, breathless.
“Fuck,” he said, “That’s—” His back arched off the bed as the toy continued to whir, his eyes slamming shut again.
“I won’t be able to last if you—I think you should take over now.
” Another laugh escaped him, and Emerson was so suddenly in the moment, so full of Luca’s panting smiles and eyelashes and arching back that it felt natural to move between Luca’s legs, to take control of the wand’s handle from Luca’s hands.
“Should I move it?” he asked, adjusting the grip of it in his palm. He hadn’t realized how deeply Luca had already pushed it.
“Yeah.” Luca folded his arms over his forehead. “Slowly at first, but I’ll tell you if it doesn’t feel good.”
And so Emerson did, easing the toy almost all the way out and then back in, and again, experimenting with the angle, until Luca’s back shot off the bed again, a raw sound coming out of his open mouth, and Emerson knew he’d hit the right one.
The possibilities of what Emerson could do felt limitless, made him almost giddy.
He could lean forward and suck Luca off while his hand kept fucking him with the toy; he could crawl his free hand up Luca’s stomach until he made Luca suck on his fingers.
He could kiss the insides of Luca’s thighs, his knees.
He could lean down and let his mouth join the toy, his tongue giving attention to Luca’s rim while the toy did its deeper work.
But when Luca said, voice hoarse, “Maybe click the button one more time,” and Emerson did, watching the way Luca’s eyes rolled in the back of his head when the vibration whirred an octave higher, he knew that this first time, his duty was just to watch and learn.
“Okay,” Luca said, barely thirty seconds into Emerson fucking him on the higher speed, “I’m ready for you. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.”
Holding in a laugh—of affection, of joy—Emerson pushed the toy in to the hilt, kept it there for a second more before slowly drawing it out.
After pressing the power button until the toy turned quiet, he returned it to the bedside table.
His hands shook as he reached for a condom and the lube, not because he was nervous anymore—at least, not as nervous as he had been—but because he was so turned on he could barely think.
“Before you get going on that,” Luca said, still breathless in that way that drove Emerson wild, “Can you grab me another pillow? Unless there’s another position you were dreaming of.”
Emerson released an unhinged breath, half laugh, half wheeze, as he grabbed another pillow for Luca’s back.
“Literally any position with you is more than my imagination could ever handle. Unless there’s one you prefer?”
“This is fucking fine.” Luca adjusted himself on top of the pillows, the muscles of his stomach flexing as he did. “Want to see you as you fuck me.”
Emerson’s hands shook harder than ever as he fumbled to get the condom over himself. As he covered himself in probably too much lube.
He was finally ready, lining himself up, when Luca said, “Feels good on our sides, too, though, I think. You behind me. For next time.”
Emerson almost laughed at that—let’s see if I can get through the first time—but then another wave of warmth went through him. Next time. And he held in the self-deprecating thought, and he pushed in.